Solace Page #3

No.

- Then what are you doing here?

- Mrs. Ellis...

There was another murder

last night,

We believe it's the same man

that killed your son.

All of the other victims have suffered

from an illness or a condition...

- Robert was 12. He wasn't sick.

- We'd like to verify that

How are you going to do that?

We conduct an autopsy.

You dig his body up, pry him open

and search around inside him?

Yes, we do.

- Who are you?

- I'm a doctor.

He wasn't sick.

And even if he was,

he did not need a man like you.

It's fate.

It's just that some people

do not have the courage

to accept the wisdom of the Lord.

I agree with you, Mrs. Ellis, absolutely.

I know the limitations of medicine,

I've diagnosed many patients

with death growing inside them.

Like my own daughter,

She had Leukemia.

For 2 years,

I went to the hospital every day

and watched her suffer.

Every procedure, every test,

all totally useless, of course.

And one day she died.

And that was that.

In the end,

it was a blessing.

I do understand something about fate,

Mrs. Ellis.

And, uh, I certainly wouldn't use

medicine to alter God's plan.

I... just want to know

why your son was killed.

And medicine can help me

discover that.

And then, perhaps, it can

help me catch the man...

...who killed your little boy.

Dr. Clancy. Fax for you.

it's marked urgent.

What is it?

Check the cerebellar lobe.

Whoa!

What is this?

- Well, there's your answer,

- What?

Brain tumor. Size of a pea.

Hidden in the cerebellar lobe.

- John?

- What's up, Doc?

Christ!

- John?

- I'm out. Finished.

The fax?

What the hell did it say?

I don't know.

It was urgent and confidential.

Somebody trained you too well.

John!

Goddamn it!

You gotta let somebody in on this!

- We're walking right into a trap.

- What? You gotta talk to me.

He's way ahead of us.

And we do exactly what he wants us to do.

Don't you get it?

I'm out.

Doctor Clancy?

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Do you mind?

- Go ahead. You're paying for it.

So, we ind a tumor...

That no one could've

known about.

We've established connections

between victims that, I freely admit,

I could never have seen.

And instead of stepping up

and leading from the front,

you run out of an autopsy,

which you asked for,

coincidentally,

without any explanation,

and now you're packing your bags

and you're going home.

Forgive me, Clancy,

but what the f***?

Hmm.

"Who am I?

I will tell you in two words

who I am, what I do, and how I live. "

What about that riddle?

- it's not a riddle,

- What is it?

"Le diro con due parole,

chi san, e che faccia, come vivo. "

- It's from La Bohme by Puccini.

- So the killer is an opera nut.

That really helps with the profile.

- Thank you, Clancy.

- No.

I'm the nut.

I'm the opera nut.

I happened to be listening to those lines,

the very moment I read your case files,

- I I don't get it.

- He knew I'd be listening to that music.

He knew that you would ask me to help.

He knew we would arrive at the

apartment at exactly 4:16 am.

Because he knows everything.

You see. " He's just like me.

He sees things,

Only he's better at it.

A whole lot better.

Come, read that.

Come on, read it!

"Dr, Clancy,

Check the cerebellar lobe. "

Okay.

So that's why you're quitting.

You've met your match.

Oh, no.

No. This guy, he's way beyond me.

I can't stop him,

which begs a more important question.

Is he really worth stopping?

These victims, they were dying anyway.

He's not killing them out of

compulsion, or anger, or any...

Deviant psychosis or so.

No, he's the cigar, the ice cream,

the cocktails, the flowers in the bathtub

and all that whacko stuff.

This guy is brilliant.

And he's killing them

with kindness.

Get it?

it's mercy killing.

- Bullshit!

- Is it?

- I!'s murder.

- Mm-hmm.

That may spare

a lot of suffering.

If this was your daughter, would you

be saying the same thing, Clancy?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

it's just...

I know your...

I know your daughter died.

But we all die someday,

don't we?

So what is it...

...that's so terrible

that you can't talk about?

Okay!

Here's what I'm not telling you.

You Jost your virginity

to a drunk stud caff ed Bruce

in the back of his green

Ford Bronco at 17

You didn't like it very much because

he puked all over you.

5 years ago,

you had a boyfriend called Kevin.

No, sorry. Gavin.

A year into that

relationship you discovered

he thought

you were pregnant with his baby.

Gavin didn't want it

but you did, so he left you.

And 21:
'2 months later,

the baby was bom.

A little girl, Amanda.

But one day you decided

to give her up for adoption.

Iris breaking your heart,

tearing your guts out and that's why you

pretend to be so foul-mouthed and cool.

Exactly twice a year on each of your

parents' birthdays, Doreen and Frank,

On their birthdays,

11.- '16 and 10.~'23,

you call them in Cincinnati

and tell them you love them,

they reply "We love you too, honey bunny. "

And then you will cry your heart

out on that red goose down pillow.

And you'll hate my guts

for telling you all this.

But you know what, Agent Cowles?

Nobody gives a sh*t.

You want me to go on?

Go ahead.

What else do you see for me?

Just go home, Kathy.

Just go home.

I've gotta search.

Holy Mother of God.

Unsub is male, between

the ages of 18 and 35.

Mental illness likely.

Look for a man with

little personal hygiene,

someone conspicuously short

on social skills. A...

...mercurial or

an artistic temperament.

And for Christ's sakes ind

the bottom half of that dress.

Sexually motivated,

excessively violent.

This isn't even close

to our guy,

Hey, cop!

- Joe.

- KATHERINE'S VOICEl John.

John!

Maybe you're right, John.

Maybe we can't catch this guy.

Maybe. "

Maybe that's exactly what he wants.

We found a clue, John.

And I think it's a good one.

I want you to see it.

Call ii a personal favor.

You know, something really bad

is going to happen.

Your mystery fax was sent over

the Internet by high anonymity proxy,

We had trouble tracking it.

We also did a chemical analysis

of Victoria Raymond's bathwater.

HIV positive which we knew

from the autopsy and from you.

But we found trace elements

of an anti-invertebrate toxin.

Snail poison. On the flowers.

John, I gotta ask.

Do you just know this weird crap

or are you seeing into

my brain right now?

We're here.

This is where

the flowers came from.

Hey.

I owe you an apology.

I'll explain later.

- You okay?

- John.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Wow.

We shouldn't be doing this.

Over here!

Too late now.

They look clipped,

Not tom off.

I'll call forensics.

- John?

- Uh-huh?

- You up for this?

- Yeah, sure.

it's over there.

The bottom half of the dress.

Sh*t!

Get Otis in from the 14th now!

I'm on it.

We found the top half of

the dress pasted to a wall in a tenement.

At least half the victim's blood supply.

I was sure it wasn't our guy.

Still doesn't feel right.

- Otis is here.

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